Right on, Roseanne!

The following is from Roseanne Barr's blog, Roseanne World:

Obama's campaign

is so incredibly and blatantly sexist in its attacks on Hillary (who is always referred to as "THE CLINTONS") I find it laughable that the sexist media falls all over itself to suggest that she is the only politician who uses dirty tricks and attack ads. They all do it, including Obama. The woman who almost made it to the top is being diminished and "put in her place". Of course, all of this is really in order to quelch the woman's vote in this country, which has the power to remake and reshape all of politics itself. What would happen if baby boomer females support one of their own?

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Yes! I agree. On Bill Mahr's show Friday night, he mentioned how SC may be lost to Hillary not because of race but because of gender. He said how the general thought there was 'a man should lead.' When I heard that I knew SC was lost. Yet, hopefully there are more enlightened women around the Country who don't feel that way anymore. So when I also read last night that Barack said it wasn't an issue of race, I knew he was all wet and playing the sexist card like a pro. Then the photo of his wife there with him, smiling.

This is a historic time, folks. May the best candidate win, overcome, and lead.

Come on Down

"Every moment challenges us to rise to our highest: to choose strength over weakness, forgiveness over blame, faith over faithlessness, and love over fear. And when we can't, we ask God to help us. In choosing love, we are choosing to be healed from the forces that would hold us back. Love heals the world by healing our minds, for that which is healed on the level of consciousness is healed on the level of ultimate cause."

Marianne Williamson


The clouds are coming in...with trepidation, I love it. It's not going to snow, snow, so that's good as I am in need of new winter boots, but I've been really lucky and NYC hasn't gotten a huge accumulation. Well, now that I said that it will come down.

Love the quote above. It calms and stills me on frantic days. Had another breakthrough this morning. The writing is telling me to just keep going. My style and rhythm are singing along. The writing is like salve to the hardships and red-facedness I've endured while getting through to a stronger and brighter side. I'm closer. Learning to stay in the present. Not feeling ashamed or guilty. This is my right and I trust it and know I will be a better person, more productive, and, yes, I'll say it, wealthier in every way.

Come on snow. I'm ready for you.

Dive! No Time to Hold Your Breath

If you are like me - in your 50s or older - and you're trying to keep it all together, gather up all you can, achieve to be perceived, well, my advice (if you're asking) is...let loose, brother and sister!

I went with Sarah to JFK International today. She didn't need me; I just wanted to go. Love that long ride on the good old F train. At first I was a bit nervous trying to remember why I missed a flight to Vegas a few years back and then I remembered while we were waiting for the A (that only goes to Far Rockaway). What if it's slow or late? But it wasn't! Came right away and we jumped on, then got a fright about its direction. But we were cool. Then we were finally at Howard Beach (which I wasn't sure if that was the stop or not until Sarah checked the wall map), and when we were off the train and going up the elevator to what I thought was to catch the bus, the fun began...who remembered about the AirTrain and that the bugger costs $5!? So I said good-bye to Sarah there and then and she was off to Cleveland, but not before she turned around and said, "Mom, you have to take the A back to Manhattan." Oh right...as I was walking to the Queens bound way.

Sheesh.

So humbling. But as I waited, I had to laugh. Getting older is kind of depressing, but if you let it, you're a punk...you must laugh and take gingko biloba. I got an idea for a column as I stood there. It clicked and if I had been ego-driven or trying to act like I was all that, I would have missed it.

Just like I missed the right direction back home.

Keep growing. Turn inward baby boomers! That's where the action is!

Deliver Me

Today we lost Georgie. He died at around 12:30 pm. I went out for a walk unknowing and returned at about 4 and Sarah told me George was gone. If I had stayed at home, I would have gotten the call. But I had to get out and walk. He is Marylynn's husband and Lauren's father. And I feel their pain. I meant to call last night; call on New Year's Day, but I got distracted. Caring is for the living for those who leave are in better hands. I think George is with his parents or whoever he wishes to be with tonight. He is home. Marylynn and Lauren are alone, missing him. I will go tomorrow night and be with Marylynn and her family.

I love you, George. Thank you for being my friend. Tell my father hello. And Milly if you see her. Better yet, take my Daddy fishing along with my Grandpa Powell. The world is sad tonight. You mean something.